teflon hands
chrome wings
mom's minivan
flies through the air
returns to home base
for dinner
rides
through the
fading sun -
lights up the town
with songs
and giggles
tucks you
in with tired,
grateful hands
worries through
her light sleep
and tomorrow is the same
and tomorrow is new
because you are growing
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Monday, September 14, 2015
overnight
dawn park tour
scraggly squirrels
empty dime bags casually
left behind
candy wrappers
each morning
my path continues
to surprise
the squirrels
are the same
players
sometimes
they eat
chips
or corn
on the cob
i try to figure
out what last
night's party
was like
I am glad
I was sleeping
scraggly squirrels
empty dime bags casually
left behind
candy wrappers
each morning
my path continues
to surprise
the squirrels
are the same
players
sometimes
they eat
chips
or corn
on the cob
i try to figure
out what last
night's party
was like
I am glad
I was sleeping
Me
kind brunette
plain with blush
blessed, kind
glasses, blue pants,
coffee, chalk,
crayons
and babies
plain with blush
blessed, kind
glasses, blue pants,
coffee, chalk,
crayons
and babies
Saturday, September 12, 2015
ladies of the eighties (not to be confused with ladies in their eighties)
flames fill the fluorescent
yellow painted room
with red
furious pink panted
legs fume out of
the 80's dance hall
revolution
leg warmers on fire
two big-haired ladies
shield their Aqua-net
drowned heads
the party, over
the night drifts on
through to dawn
substance lost
burned to the ground
a one night escape
is all they found
in the home of
the pink panted
men
where the big-haired
ladies stayed on
into the morning light
of the fluorescent
orange-pink
sunrise
blue mascara
smudged eyes
drool down
their face
as they stagger
through the
walk of shame
until they reach
the wallpapered
rooms they call home
yellow painted room
with red
furious pink panted
legs fume out of
the 80's dance hall
revolution
leg warmers on fire
two big-haired ladies
shield their Aqua-net
drowned heads
the party, over
the night drifts on
through to dawn
substance lost
burned to the ground
a one night escape
is all they found
in the home of
the pink panted
men
where the big-haired
ladies stayed on
into the morning light
of the fluorescent
orange-pink
sunrise
blue mascara
smudged eyes
drool down
their face
as they stagger
through the
walk of shame
until they reach
the wallpapered
rooms they call home
Sunday, September 6, 2015
tall tim talks a lot
tall Tim
told a tale
until the end
of the wagon
ride
we parted
between lunch
and tea
I hadn't said
a word, you see
and then
he asked
tomorrow,
would I be free
without a whisper
I waved bye-bye
left him to wonder
why, why, why
told a tale
until the end
of the wagon
ride
we parted
between lunch
and tea
I hadn't said
a word, you see
and then
he asked
tomorrow,
would I be free
without a whisper
I waved bye-bye
left him to wonder
why, why, why
Saturday, September 5, 2015
love
let the people live
and rules slip away
like a rain-coated rock
on a stormy day
let the sun shine
and the snow fall
and singing voices
fill the hall
the largest hammer
will down the wall
that separates colors,
sexes, and all
love your brothers
and stand tall
the whole world
will hear the call
and rules slip away
like a rain-coated rock
on a stormy day
let the sun shine
and the snow fall
and singing voices
fill the hall
the largest hammer
will down the wall
that separates colors,
sexes, and all
love your brothers
and stand tall
the whole world
will hear the call
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